My sister is two years older than me. Two years and three months to be exact, We've always got along great. Perhaps it's the age difference but I suspect it's sports. We've both played every possible sport since we qualified for whatever peewee league existed in our area. So, she was busy doing her thing and I was busy with mine, we both supported each other, wanting the other to succeed on whatever team it might be at the moment. I've been pretty good and she's been even better. I'm now a senior in high school and she's at the local community college, about ready to move on to a major college next year.
I think it's fair to say she's a fox. She's far from the butch dyke jock like some may think of. She's been Prom Queen and Miss Something-or-other a couple times. She earns money modeling. Dark hair, great body, about 5'9" tall, gorgeous face. I do all right too in looks. 6'2", good shape, work out all the time, perhaps not movie star handsome but with the same dark hair and a face that's definitely related to hers. We're Irish heritage on both sides with green eyes and fair skin to go with the dark, almost black, hair.
But we're different, too. She's always had boy friends, dated a lot, is very outgoing. I think I'm almost afraid of girls. Can't seem to know what to say when I'm around them. Lots of guy friends but no girl friends. I envy guys who seem to be able to just make out with any girl they see. In my senior year, already eighteen, I've finally got up the nerve to ask a girl for a date for the first time.
Karen's very nice. Seems willing to put up with my being quiet. And she's about as gorgeous as Sis. Blonde instead of dark and 5'5" instead of 5'9" but with a similar great body and a very pretty face. I'm supposed to pick her up at her house this Friday to go to a movie and then probably a snack or something. It scares me to death. What should I do exactly? I mean, I'm normal, at least sort of. I would hope to get around to having sex with a girl sometime and Karen would be perfect. But I don't even know how to kiss, let alone fuck. And I have no idea of what to do to get her interested or how to go about the whole thing. I think most guys did this back in seventh grade but I never have.
Anyway, my sister, Sue, and I are sitting on the couch watching something dumb on TV. She seems to like it but it seems silly to me. A guy hugs this pretty girl and gives her a quick kiss. I never planned to but apparently my thought came out aloud.
"I wish I could do that."
"Do what, Mikey?" Sue asks me.
"Oh, like that. Just casually hug a girl and kiss her. It seems like everyone can do that but I can't."
"Can't hug? Can't kiss? Why not?"
"I don't know. It's just I've never done it. I don't know how. And I don't have the nerve to do it."
"You have a date tomorrow don't you? And that's what's bothering you."
"Well, yeah. I guess so."
"Who with?"
"Karen."
"Little blonde Karen with glasses?"
"Well, yeah but she isn't all that little any more and she doesn't wear glasses any more. I think she's pretty and she has a terrific body. I'm surprised she agreed to go out with me but from what I've seen, she really hasn't dated a lot either."
"If I remember, her parents are pretty strict. Probably scared off some dates."
"Well, I've always got along with them. I don't think they should be a problem. My problem is, how do I go about kissing her without scaring her and making her mad at me? And how do I move on to something more if I ever do manage to kiss her?"
"Well, the kissing part is easy." She hunches herself over right next to me. ""You're going to a movie with her, right?"
"Yeah."
"O.k., pretend I'm her and we're in the movie, sitting next to one another. Put your arm up around behind me, yeah, like that. Drop it a little so you're holding my shoulder. Yeah, like that. I'll be willing to bet she'll lean to you and put her head on your shoulder, like I'm doing."
She snuggles up next to me and leans my way and puts her head on my shoulder. "I think that's what she'll do. If, instead, she grabs your hand and tosses it back at you, well, you aren't going to get anywhere anyway, so lets forget that. O.k., lean your head down some and kiss my face wherever you can, the side of my face maybe. "
I do as she said. I manage to kiss her cheek. She turns her head and looks at me. "I bet she'll do what I just did. Now, kiss her on the lips. I mean, kiss me."
I kiss her.
"No, Mikey. You're not kissing the teacher or grandmother. Kiss her for real. Here, let me kiss you the way you're supposed to kiss her."
Her lips are soft and they push against my lips. Her lips seem to move a little. And she keeps kissing me, it isn't just a peck. She stops. "Like that," she says. "Now you try it on me."
So I do. I try to do as she did. "Well, that's better. A lot better. But it doesn't seem like you really have any emotion behind it."
"Well, you're my sister."
"Well, yeah. But just for the moment pretend I'm not. Pretend that I'm a girl that you want really bad."
So I try again. I can actually feel my cock getting hard. "There," she says. "That's it. Kiss her like you want to. That was great Mikey. Now let's try it again. This time, pretend you've already kissed her several times and you want to move on a little. O.k?"
She leans to me and kisses me. I kiss her back like I did before. She starts pushing her tongue between our lips. "What are you doing?" I ask her, breaking our kiss.
"I'm french kissing you. It's sexy. It lets her know you're interested in her as being sexy. She'll probably let you, will even put her tongue into your mouth. You can sort of suck on each other's tongues. So, let's try it, o.k?"
So we kiss again and it actually is very sexy. I manage to get my tongue into her mouth, too. It's a little messy, trading saliva, but it's fine.
"O.k. Mikey, end of lesson. We keep this up and we'll end up in bed and brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do that. But just do like we just did. It'll work. Let her respond, you don't want to move ahead any faster than she's willing for you to."
She hunches herself over a couple feet away and we both start watching the TV again. But my mind is racing. I liked that, really liked it. I hope Karen does.
Karen does. It takes me awhile in the theater to get up my nerve to try it but it works. She kisses back pretty much as Sue had. Neither of us sees much of the rest of the movie and when the lights come on we both lean back and look at each other as if we wish it had stayed dark and we were still kissing. We then went and had coffee and some pie and talked. I've never talked to a girl as easy as I did with Karen. Another big, long kiss at her front door. She agrees to go out with me the following week.
Next day, Sue asks me how it went and seems happy when I tell her it was all perfect, thanks to her help. But then I spend several days worrying about what to do next with Karen. I can't just keep kissing her, she's going to want to move on but I have no idea what to do next. Thursday evening, Sue and I are again on the couch watching the same stupid program as we had the week before.
"What do I do next?" I asked her.